Horatio was helping Speed clear away dishes, both enjoying some light flirting as they did so.
Speed had cooked dinner and Horatio had been pleasantly surprised to discover that he was actually a more than reasonable chef. It wasn't gourmet cooking by any stretch, but it was definitely better than anything Horatio was generally capable of rustling up on short notice.
As he moved around Speed to put dishes back in the cabinet, Horatio leaned in and, placing both hands either side of his body, pinned Speed against the worktop. Stepping closer to Speed, Horatio brought his chest against Speed's back. Horatio began kissing Speed's neck, licking, sucking and nipping at the skin there.
"I swear, Horatio, if you leave another hickey where someone can see it, I am going to make you suffer," Speed threatened, even as his body leaned back into Horatio.
"Is that a promise?" Horatio asked, only breaking away for a moment.
"H, ahhh. Cal and Eric gave me hell the last time," Speed protested, although he made no actual effort to move away from Horatio. Speed was enjoying his efforts far too much to do that.
"And I enjoyed watching you squirm."
"Bastard."
Speed turned around to face Horatio, immediately catching his lips for a passionate kiss.
Finally, Speed moved to slip out of Horatio's restriction. He took Horatio's hand and led him back to the living room. They stumbled down onto the couch, their lips immediately seeking each other out.
Horatio moved to straddle Speed, placing one hand on the back of the couch for leverage and threading the other in Speed's hair, continuing the kiss. They were moaning into each others mouths as the passion of the kiss intensified.
Leaning back, Horatio broke away from the kiss and began laying a trail of kisses along Speed's stubble roughened chin and neck. As he did this, Horatio started opening the buttons of Speed's shirt, redirecting his trail of kisses along Speed's chest.
Horatio moved one hand between their bodies and began unbuckling Speed's belt. Sensing no resistance from Speed, Horatio gently unbuttoned his jeans. Slowly Horatio slipped his hand into the warmth of Speed's boxer shorts. Wrapping his fingers around Speed's shaft Horatio began to caress his rapidly hardening length.
Speed began writhing under Horatio's ministrations, his moans increasing in volume.
Horatio lowered himself to his knees in front of Speed. Glancing up at Speed, seeking permission to take their physical relationship a step further, Horatio grinned warmly before leaning forward to take him into his mouth.
Speed hissed loudly as Horatio worked his tongue along sensitive flesh. In order to keep himself under control for as long as possible and not thrust wildly into Horatio's mouth, Speed ran his hands along the back of the couch and gripped tightly.
Horatio worked Speed's length all the way into his mouth before slowly releasing it again, alternating between running his teeth and tongue along the flesh. Speed gasped and moaned loudly as his now moist skin was exposed to cool air.
Flicking his tongue over the tip of Speed's dick, Horatio lapped up the pre-come he found there. With one last sweep of his tongue, Horatio again took Speed's dick into his mouth.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Speed moved one arm from the back of the couch and threaded his fingers into Horatio's hair. Initially, Speed was able to keep still but he was only able to hold this for a few moments longer before he began thrusting into Horatio's willing mouth. He set a steady rhythm at first but as his control slipped Speed's actions became increasingly erratic until he was thrusting wildly.
With a shouted moan Speed came.
Horatio kept swallowing until Speed stilled. Sitting back, Horatio watched as Speed sucked in air, attempting to regain his composure.
Eventually, Speed opened his eyes and looked down at Horatio. "That was…" Speed trailed off, unable to find an appropriate end to that thought.
Horatio was rising to his feet as his cell phone started ringing.
Looking at the display screen Horatio muttered a curse, telling Speed, "Dispatch," before moving away to take the call.
"Fuck," Speed responded, fastening his jeans, guessing this would probably be the end of their evening.
"I've got to go," Horatio said once he turned back to Speed. "Night shift are short, they need me to go check out a DB." Horatio was slipping on his shoes as he spoke, "You are probably going to be called in next."
Speed nodded as Horatio walked over to him. Horatio kissed Speed slowly. Speed could taste himself on Horatio's tongue.
"I'm just going to use the bathroom quickly."
When Horatio returned he was pulling on his jacket. This time, when Horatio moved to kiss him, Speed could only taste mouthwash.
"Bye," Horatio said, leaving Speed's apartment.
True to Horatio's prediction, Speed received his own call from dispatch fifteen minutes later. By the time Speed arrived at the scene, Horatio was bent over the body with the ME.
Speed could not stop his thoughts from travelling back to less than an hour ago. The image of Horatio's head bobbing up and down between his legs was burnt into Speed's memory.
Willing himself to keep control Speed walked over to Eric Delko, another member of the team whose night off had been interrupted.
"Hey man," Eric greeted. Eric paused and took another look at Speed. Grinning widely, Eric noted, "Nice hickey."
Groaning, Speed realised this was going to be a very long night.
Horatio pulled Speed through his front door, their lips locked in a fierce embrace. Both men had been extremely grateful when the case which had interrupted them the night before was ruled death by natural causes. Thus, they had not been kept late in the lab today. Both were eager to pick up where they had left off the night before.
Pulling back from Speed, Horatio said, "I thought, we were going to go slow."
"To hell with slow," Speed replied firmly. "You have no idea how much I wanted to pin you against the nearest surface last night and -"
Horatio silenced Speed with a kiss. "I am aware, of the difficulty of the problem, Speed," Horatio stated, making it clear to Speed that he too had suffered the night before.
They returned to kissing, slower than before, knowing that better things were yet to come.
Pulling away, Horatio led Speed to his bedroom. Both men began shedding clothes as they moved so that by the time they reached the bed, they were stripped down to their boxer shorts.
Kissing hungrily they collapsed down onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Exploring each others bodies they kissed, licked, sucked and touched every piece of exposed flesh they could reach.
Speed pulled back looking hesitant, "H, I…"
"You are running the show here, Tim," Horatio said reassuringly. Reaching out Horatio retrieved a condom and tube of lubricant from his bedside unit. "What do you want, Tim?" Horatio asked, kissing Speed softly.
Hesitating only slightly, Speed replied huskily, "I want to fuck you."
"Good." Horatio kissed Speed deeply. "How do you want me?"
Speed considered the question, "H, I don't want to hurt you."
"You're not going to."
Nodding, Speed answered, "Hands and knees."
Horatio kissed Speed deeply, both slipping out of their boxers as he did so, before turning over and presenting his ass to Speed.
Speed reached out for the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. Slowly, Speed worked a single finger inside Horatio, allowing him to become accustomed to the intrusion before adding a second then a third finger, loosening Horatio's entrance.
Responding to Horatio's gasps and groans, Speed could feel his own arousal growing. Speed was becoming increasingly desperate for completion.
Tearing open the foil packet, Speed slipped the condom onto his aching dick. Speed coated himself in more lube, and then added some to Horatio's entrance, checking his readiness as he did so.
"Fuck, Speed… please, I need you," Horatio begged, desperate to feel Speed inside him.
Speed lined himself against Horatio, before slowly moving forwards, pushing inside. They both moaned loudly at the flood of sensation.
Speed buried himself into Horatio, letting his balls nestle against his ass, hissing, "Shit," as he did so.
Horatio pulled away from Speed, urging him to thrust. Taking the hint, Speed pulled back a little more before thrusting forward. Speed set a steady rhythm, resting his hands on Horatio's hips to generate leverage. Horatio used one hand to hold himself up on the bed and wrapped the other around his dick, stroking himself in time with Speed's thrusts.
"Fuck! Yes!" Horatio exclaimed as Speed's dick brushed against his prostate.
Speed repositioned himself so that he could hit this spot with greater frequency. Snaking an arm around Horatio's body and knocking his hand out of the way, Speed wrapped his own hand around Horatio's dick.
Speed continued thrusting and stroking, increasing the pace of his movements as both he and Horatio moved closer to completion.
It did not take much longer for Horatio to finally come, spurting his release over Speed's hand. As he came, Horatio's muscles clenched around Speed, dragging his release from him.
They called each others names in ecstasy, before collapsing down onto the bed with Speed lying on top of Horatio.
Horatio and Speed worked to regain control of their erratic breathing. After a few moments Speed lifted up from Horatio, slowly pulling out of his body and crumbling back down onto the bed.
Turning around to face Speed, Horatio kissed him, removing the condom from his now limp dick.
Horatio slipped out of bed and entered the bathroom quickly disposing of the condom before moving to clean himself up a bit. When he returned to the bedroom, Horatio brought a damp wash cloth with him so that could Speed wipe away some of the lingering stickiness.
Once this was done, Horatio rejoined Speed in bed. Speed settled his head down onto Horatio's chest, and they both drifted off to sleep.
Speed awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Momentarily disoriented, Speed realised where he was. Hearing the sound of running water, Speed assumed that his companion was in the shower. Horatio emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, hair still damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Morning," Speed greeted groggily from the bed.
"Good morning," Horatio dropped a kiss onto Speed's forehead. "The bathroom is all yours. It would probably be a good idea to keep stuff at each others places from no on. Make life easier," Horatio suggested, thinking out loud.
"Thanks. That's a good idea. I've got a spare set of clothes at the lab; I'll change when we get in."
Horatio was moving around the room, gathering clothes.
"I'll make a start on breakfast, while you are in the shower." Speed opened his mouth to object but Horatio continued, "We didn't eat last night. You will have breakfast."
Speed relented, nodding.
Fifteen minutes later, Speed joined Horatio in the kitchen, just as he was finishing scrambled eggs.
Speed watched Horatio for a couple of moments, noticing that he was moving with a slight stiffness.
Sensing Speed's attention, Horatio turned to him.
"Did I hurt you last night?"
"No," Horatio insisted. Noticing Speed's scepticism he continued, "I admit, I am a little stiff but you didn't hurt me." Horatio walked over to Speed, slipping his arms around his waist. "I would imagine this will be more distracting than painful, though."
"Why?"
"Because," Horatio kissed Speed softly, "every time I feel a little twinge, I am going to be thinking about you fucking me." This time when Horatio kissed Speed he slid his tongue into the younger man's mouth, igniting their passion once more. "Besides," Horatio added as an afterthought, "the more sex we have the less stiff I'll be."
"Now there's a thought," Speed agreed.
Stepping away from Speed Horatio directed him towards the kitchen table.
"Let's eat, or we, will never make it to the lab."
